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The day ends, and it ends because Simone is ready for it to end. Just a tad over the usual daylight hours, but she'll push the Earth a bit to make things up, and dreams... Let's just say it's easy enough for her to spread restful, but weird, sleep.

They're out on her deck. Kira, her companion, friend, and perhaps something more, stares up in awe and wonder. Wouldn't you?

Giantess and gigantic, not merely in height but with those incredibly, rippling thews, thick-hewn musculature with interlocking layers of muscle upon muscle, all locked together in a grand exchange by those new tertiary muscles, something the Mask has never manifested before.

Incredible curves, like she plucked some of the mountains of Jotunheim to stuff in her bikini cups, and a pair of suspiciously round hills in the bottom, yet somehow luscious, juicy, and jiggly. Norse Myth claims that the entire cosmology was created from the body of Ymir.

Maybe some of it knows how to be organic yet again. Simone certainly looks like there's something cosmological going on there, just by standing still-- and she's not. Which is part of what's mystifying Kira.

Not that Kira minds the way Simone's butt-- and hamstrings! and calves!-- look when she's pushing herself up on tippy-toes. And the annoying, hyena laugh of the mask is gone. There's bell tones to her giggles now, ringing pure, sweet, and deep.

Her arms are reaching for the sky, though. And not like she's just testing to see how far she can stretch. Or rather...

Simone, the MegaMask incarnate, looks like she's testing how far she can reach.

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Some things, I think, stand better on their own. Thanks again to for an amazing series of commissions. When the sky's not the limit, it takes a lot of work to show what a character can do, and I really feel that this commission stretched the artistic muscles for me.

Description
The day ends, and it ends because Simone is ready for it to end. Just a tad over the usual daylight hours, but she'll push the Earth a bit to make things up, and dreams... Let's just say it's easy enough for her to spread restful, but weird, sleep.

They're out on her deck. Kira, her companion, friend, and perhaps something more, stares up in awe and wonder. Wouldn't you?

Giantess and gigantic, not merely in height but with those incredibly, rippling thews, thick-hewn musculature with interlocking layers of muscle upon muscle, all locked together in a grand exchange by those new tertiary muscles, something the Mask has never manifested before.

Incredible curves, like she plucked some of the mountains of Jotunheim to stuff in her bikini cups, and a pair of suspiciously round hills in the bottom, yet somehow luscious, juicy, and jiggly. Norse Myth claims that the entire cosmology was created from the body of Ymir.

Maybe some of it knows how to be organic yet again. Simone certainly looks like there's something cosmological going on there, just by standing still-- and she's not. Which is part of what's mystifying Kira.

Not that Kira minds the way Simone's butt-- and hamstrings! and calves!-- look when she's pushing herself up on tippy-toes. And the annoying, hyena laugh of the mask is gone. There's bell tones to her giggles now, ringing pure, sweet, and deep.

Her arms are reaching for the sky, though. And not like she's just testing to see how far she can stretch. Or rather...

Simone, the MegaMask incarnate, looks like she's testing how far she can reach.

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Some things, I think, stand better on their own. Thanks again to for an amazing series of commissions. When the sky's not the limit, it takes a lot of work to show what a character can do, and I really feel that this commission stretched the artistic muscles for me.